(And now Deiphobus he sees, the glorious Priam’s son;
But all his body mangled sore, his face all evilly hacked,
His face and hands; yea, and his head laid waste, the ear lobes lacked,
And nostrils cropped unto the root by wicked wound and grim.
William Morris’s translation).
Martial, bk. III. Epigr. 85.,
Quis tibi persuasit nares abscindere moecho?
Non hac peccatum est parte, marite, tibi
Stulte, quid egisti? nihil hic tua perdidit uxor,
Cum sit salva sui mentula Deiphobi.